here is a story i'm working on

DESCRIPTIONS

Hi. My name is Hazel. Hazel Perry. Pleased to meet you.

I thought you might like to know my name since I will be one of many people guiding you through this story. I help you understand the goings-on, and keep the story straight during parts about me. You might like to know what I look like. I have messy, slightly curly coppery-brown hair, and hazel eyes, thus the name. At 5 feet 5 inches tall, I am also the tallest girl in our class. Now that you know me, here are some other guides you will meet. when I am explaining something it will be in slightly smaller writing then everything else.

Hi, I'm Lillian. I don't have a last name. I was found on the doorstep of an orphanage as a baby, but my friends don't know that, so don't tell them. I ran away a few years ago, and I'm scared they will send me back. if you want to know what I look like, I avoid mirrors so I don't really know. but I have been told that I am very like a doll, with long black wavy hair, and thick lashes. I am 5 feet 1 inch tall. When I explain something to you it will be in small, fancy print.

HI, MY NAME IS AMBER FOX! JUST FOR FUN I'M GOING TO SAY THINGS IN THE OPPOSITE ORDER HAZEL AND LILLIAN DID!!! I AM SECOND TALLEST IN MY CLASS, I HAVE SPARKLING BLUE EYES, AND... AND... I FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY!! OH, YEAH! I HAVE FRIZZY FLAMING RED HAIR. * when I explain something it will have stars on either end and will be in smaller print *

Hi. I'm Veronica Woods. Everyone from me onward in descriptions are not guides. This is just so you know what we look like when you hear about us in the book you are now reading. I have soft, gleaming, lovely blond hair. I have gorgeous brown eyes, and I am the perfect height. My dad says so.

Hello! My name is Thomas Hawthorne. I like action figures and video games. I am the best and most gentlemanly boy you will ever meet. I have handsome sand colored hair, and dull gray eyes, and I stand at 5 feet 3 ½ inches.

Hey, I'm Jonathan Cue. I am going to be a great businessman like my dad. I have neat, straight, dark hair that will go very nicely with a suit and tie. I have dark eyes that match everything else. I am tall and tan. I treat everyone equally, and respect teacher's decisions. All in all I am a wonderful, obedient boy.

Hi, this is Raymond. I have blond hair and green eyes. I am an amazing athlete, and an amazing swimmer. I am an okay basket ball player, but I didn't make the team. I am on a racing team instead. If our team loses, then they always blame me. It is not my fault though, they're all running the wrong way!

Hi, my name is Zachary. You can call me Zac. I have chocolate-colored hair and gray-blue eyes. I'm the best basket ball player in the grade, possibly the entire school! But I don't care much for basketball. I prefer golfing with my dad. Still, it doesn't hurt to boast!

Hi. Daisy Wellings here. I'm going to be a reporter when I grow up, so I'm always practicing. Because of that my parents got me a cool microphone, and a video camera, and some spare batteries, and, on the same trip, got me my own laptop! It's so cool, it can do everything! Oh... my description, I almost forgot! I have pencil straight pale brown hair, with natural blond streaks, and amber eyes. I'm also on the yearbook committee, and I'm a great artist.

Hi, Joshua Gane speaking! I am a big trouble maker, and proud of it. I have dark hair, green eyes, uplifted eyebrows, and a mischievous smile. People say I have somewhat impish looks.

Hello!, my name is Elizabeth Roth. I prefer the name Liza, though. I have short brown hair and green eyes. I am a math expert, I love dogs and the color pink!

Hi, my name is Daniel. I have dark red-brown hair, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. I love doing puzzles, playing with my friends, and teasing my twin sister.

Heyo! My name is Dani! Daniel is my twin. I also have dark red-brown hair and olive skin, but my hair is longer. I have dark brown eyes just like Daniel's. I'm always trying to beat him. I am better than Daniel in everything, and will go to great lengths to prove it.

Hey, this is William Corner. I am a blond, blue eyed boy, and I like fishing, camping, and boating. I am the kind of boy you don't want to trust with anything important, be it keys, pets, or secrets.

Hi, peoples! My name is Emerelda. I was going to be named Esmeralda, but my father wanted some thing a little more original, so they named me after their favorite gem. I have amber eyes, and black hair.

Hi, hazel again. just wanted to let you know that the book is starting now, so grab a snack, take a drink, and prepare; this might take awhile.

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PROLOGUE

As I walked to school this morning, something was bugging me. It felt like I was being watched, and followed. I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but when I turned around no one was there. You're only imagining things. I thought, it's all your imagination. probably something from all that stuff you learned a few days ago. I sped up a little, and kept walking. When I ran inside, someone looked up from the table they were at and my eyes narrowed.

It was my secret, silent enemy Cassandra Williams, her dark weaselly eyes glinting strangely in the dim light.

****Hazel***

As I approached my locker, (number 117) I began hoping fervently that it would open first try. 1-1-7 I remembered, smiling again at the genius of my little brother. You see, at my school they say that the kids should pick the combos for their locks. I had spent the last few days of summer vacation thinking of a good sequence that no-one could guess. My brother, Kason said I should pick my locker number because most people wouldn't think of using something so easy. I had to try three more times before my locker opened.

“ Stupid locker!” I muttered, checking the schedule and shoving my text books into my shoulder bag. First up, L.A with Mr. Sher.

I had to wait 15 minutes before Mr. Sher arrived and unlocked the door.

“Good morning class!” He said. “Its time to call role.” He got out a sheet of paper. “Hazel Perry.”

“Here!” I said hastily.

“Veronica Woods.”

“Here.” she said, acting as dignified as she possibly could.

“Lillian.” Lillian shyly raised her hand. “Lilian?” he asked again, looking up. Then he saw her. “Why didn't you say anything?!” He asked. Lillian just shrugged.

“Thomas Hawthorn.” He continued.

“Here!”

“Amber Fox.”

“Here!!!!” Mr. Sher winced.

“No need to shout, Amber.” he said sternly.

“here.” she whispered; earning herself an annoyed look from her classmates. S“Jonathan Cue.”

“Right over here Sir.” he said. Businesslike as always!

“Raymond Kelly.” As usual, there were a few snickers at his name.

“Here.”

“Zachary Moningham.”

“Ere I am.” He said, using a fake British accent that brought a burst of giggles into the room.

“Daisy Wellings.”

“Here!”

“Joshua Gane.”

“Here!”

“Elizabeth Roth.”

“Here!”

“Daniel Jacobs.”

“Here!”

“Dani Jacobs.”

“Present!” At last, something other then 'here!'

“William Corner.”

“Hi!”

“Emerelda Turner.”

“Is here!” (I think those last few were eager for a change too.)

“Good.” Said Mr Sher. “No one is missing. Now open up your books to page 132.” For the rest of class we took turns reading aloud a story about some Olympic runner who won 3 gold medals. (BORING!!!)

“Yes!, the bell just rang!, I'm outta here!”I whispered gleefully to Lillian, who sits beside me. Lillian just nodded. She never says ANYTHING! EVER! Crazy, huh?

“Hey, Amber!” I called, looking over my shoulder at her. “You are coming over after school today, aren’t you?”

“Definitely.” Said Amber. Complete change of subject I know, but it's not that easy to have a conversation with someone who won't talk EVER. While I was waiting by the door to leave, I realized that I was directly behind Veronica. Naturally I didn't say anything. Veronica was the most intimidating girl in our grade. If you were talking to her for some reason, and said the wrong thing she would get her dad convinced that you were breaking a rule that no one even knew existed until that very moment. and should get in trouble. Her dad was the principal, so she can have basically whatever she wants. Finally Mr Sher said we could go.

“Wait a minute, Hazel.” He commanded.

“Ohhkaay...” I said slowly.

“Don't worry about Mrs. Cook.” Said Mr. Sher. “I'll tell her why you are skipping math today.”

“Why am I skipping math?” I asked, puzzled.

“I hope you don't mind.” Mr. Sher said, completely ignoring my question. Mind? Why would I mind? I hate math. I wasn't going to tell him that, though.

“Its okay.” I said calmly.

“Good.” Mr Sher said. Good seems to be his favorite word. He is always saying it.

****

I cannot reveal what happened in here until later. Sorry, but I promised I wouldn't. When the bell rang I promptly sprang up from my seat, said goodbye, and left.

Now science with Mrs. Gayle.

“Hello, class!” said Mrs. Gayle, closing her laptop, and putting it away. “From what Mr. Sher says you're all here, so we can have that party we planned tomorrow.” everyone cheered. Mrs. Gayle is an awesome teacher! “Okay, for class today we are going to take ten minutes to review unit 3 in our text books, followed by a short video about the Wright brothers.” as we got to work she added, “And if you want to review with partners, you can.” I glanced beside me at Elizabeth.

“ Do you want to be partners?” I asked.

“sure.” We got a little distracted though, and didn't end up doing much studying.

“pencils down, look up.” commanded Mrs Gayle. The room was instantly quiet, and Mrs Gayle turned on the movie. After it was done Mrs Gayle gave us some time to mingle and put our stuff away. “Ding! Dong! The bell just rang!” said Mrs Gayle cheerfully, shooing us out the door. Time for health!

“good morning class!” said Mrs Flake. “or should I say, good afternoon?”

“good morning Mrs Flake!” we chorused.

“today we are watching a presentation on the Smart Board,” she said. “so if you don't want to take notes behave and be quiet!” the whole presentation was about how important it was to brush your hair. RIDICULOUS. That's what I think anyway. In health, lessons are over pretty quick. That's when we get our free time.

Everyday during our free time we can either play on our laptops, i pods etc... or you can chat. I want to chat today so I head over to the group with the least amount of boys possible, but not to many girls either. Our group consists of amber, daisy, Daniel, Joshua and I with Lillian a few feet away, hanging back, not going to either of the two groups, but listening to both. Daisy, always eager to start, told us she got a new dog, whose name was Fresca, and then asked what was new with us. Daniel said nothing was new, Joshua said he had fun microwaving sheets of tin foil in the microwave and watching sparks fly everywhere. Then it was my turn. Before I could say anything the bell rang. LUNCH!!!!!!!. me and amber raced each other down the halls, laughing, trying to see who could make it to their locker and open it first. I was good at the running but not so good at the whole locker thing, whereas amber was the other way round. It was a tie, as always! My lunch was very disappointing today. All I had was a peanut butter banana sandwich. But luckily, amber's mom packed way to much food every day and double that amount on Fridays so there was enough to share. Today amber had three juice boxes, two sandwiches, a full sized bag of chips, and a handful of assorted candy and chocolate bars. We split up our lunches with the kids in our talking group, but there was still leftovers. Then I noticed Lillian hadn't eaten anything yet so I called her over. “you can only have some if you talk...” Amber said coaxingly. Lillian looked like she was struggling against her own thoughts, fighting a battle with herself, so to speak. Finally she said one word.

“please?” her voice was sweet, but had a slight tremor in it; like she hadn't talked in a long, long time; which I guess she didn't. me and amber looked at each other, stunned that she actually said something.

“you aren't mute then?” amber asked. She sounded a little disappointed. Lillian shook her head.

“ oh, don't stop now!” I pleaded. “say more!” I don't know why, but I really wanted to her her speak again.

“you'll have to wait.” amber whispered to me, amusement written all aver her face. “it looks like she hasn't eaten in days!” it was true, Lillian was acting like she would never eat again.

“Lillian.” I asked. “how long has it been since you last ate?”

“ I don't know” she said shyly. this time her words were a little more fluent, less dusty, and more used. I decided to commence with a few questions, the way I always do to determine whether to count people as friends or not.

“what's your favorite color?” I asked. Lillian looked up, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

“teal and navy blue.” she said softly.

“whats your favorite animal?!!!” Amber asked excitedly. Lillian jumped, startled. Quieter then before, Lillian answered.

“I like all animals.”

“okay...” I said, trying to think of another question to keep the conversation going. “are you good at sports?”

“no, any game that involves a ball flying around is too scary for me.”

“oh.” I said, surprised that anyone could be afraid of something like that.

“one last question!!!” amber said, quickly finishing her lunch. “why don't you ever talk?!!!” Lillian looked at her mournfully, then cast her gaze toward the ground.

“don't ask.” she whispered, “please.” just then, the bell rang. Diiinnnggg!!!

Now P.E with Mr Greene. We got changed into our gym clothes, and lined up at the front of the room like we have every day since the beginning of this year.

“today we are not doing any thing physical, we will instead do something scientific. Look at your partner to the right and take this sheet. Then go find a place in the gym were you can read it and follow the instructions.” Mr Greene announced. I looked to my right and Lillian was there! I looked to my left and saw amber's disappointed face. She was to the right of veronica.

Reluctantly, I left amber and went to a small corner across the gym to read the paper. Here's what it looked like.

1. look at your partners eyes.
2. Write down the color.
3. Play mini games until the end of class.
4. hand this sheet in.

I looked up at Lillian. her eyes were dark emerald-green.

I started writing that down. then she noticed and stopped me.

“uh, my eyes aren't just green.” she said. “they're like mood rings. Just watch me and sooner or later you will figure it out.”

I erased green and wrote down mood-ring-like instead. I had a hard time deciding how to present that, so I came back later and wrote down “changes color.” Glancing over at Lillian, I saw that she was daydreaming. I refocused on her eyes and saw that now they were green-Grey.

“so, what do you want to play?” I asked Lillian, jolting her out of her daydream. She shrugged. “then I guess I'll have to pick for you. Lets see who can jump rope the longest!” I declared. Lillian's eyes flashed bright leaf-green now.

***Lillian***

I can tell my last comment really befuddled Hazel. I have a map in my mind of all my moods and what eye colors match them. If I am normal or bored, my eyes are green gray, If I am half interested, they are dark emerald green, Alert, or interested is bright green, Happy and excited is blue gray, Sad is deep blue, If I'm hurt they are bright icy blue, when I'm mad my eyes are dark brown, and when I am scared they are blue green.

I laughed quietly to myself. Hazel has no clue what she is in for. I thought. I am the jump rope champion. I once jumped for three hours straight. Hazel just left to grab the jump ropes. Should I go easy on her? I wondered, yeah, I probably should... I decided at last. While waiting for hazel to come back, I heard a small whimper, I looked around but nobody else seemed to notice. Then I heard the whimpering again, but this time I ran toward it. I opened a door leading outside, and looked down. There was a poor little kitten, limping and covered in blood. I gently picked her up, and she mewled faintly. I took her inside, and brought her over to hazel in our corner. “ poor kitty!” hazel exclaimed, letting it sniff her fingers and then stroking poor kitty's nose. The kitten was starting to shiver now, so I took off my hoodie and wrapped her up. Then hazel asked Mr. Greene if me and her could go to the bathroom. When he said yes, we hurried over and turned on the sink and plugged it. Then I gently lowered the kitty in into the water. After a brief struggle she was clean and I could clearly see her injuries. She had a long gash, going from her right eye to the base of her tail, and one of her claws was missing. I used whatever I could find and bandaged her up,then took her to my locker, made a bed at the bottom of it, and lay her down. Then I shut the door and hurried back to class, the sounds of her meowing following me down the hall.

I no longer felt like jumping, so I convinced hazel we should pass a beach ball around instead.

“ please, please, please tell me all your eye colors.” hazel begged, giving me a pleading look. I shook my head. Ding! Ding! Ding! Time for social with Mr Fallen. Ugghh! I thought, rolling my eyes. Time for another boring lesson where every one falls asleep except for me. I was right. We- or rather, I learned about Christopher Columbus. He was a pretty cool guy. I thought, and maybe a little stubborn too. He had never given up, not ever. I looked around for hazel. She was all the way across the room sitting beside amber. They were both practically asleep, heads down on their desks, pretending to be listening. Ding! Dong! Finally! I thought, picking up my textbook, and closing my binder. Time for art!!!

“hi Hazel, Amber.” Mrs. winter said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear the way I always do when I'm nervous. “Oh!, hi Lillian!” she said. I nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and followed amber and hazel to a back corner with a group of thee desks in it. Once everyone had filed in, class began.

In art you can either work on – and possibly finish, a project. or work on a new assignment. If you are done, than you can draw quietly and talk. Because of that, art gets pretty noisy. Especially in our class. I was working on the newest assignment, drawing a mythical creature made out of a mix of three animals, or objects. I just couldn't think of anything. I was starting to daydream. I was on the verge of a great idea, I could feel it!

“Lillian.” veronica's voice sliced through my daydream like a knife. “I asked you a question.”

***Amber***

I wonder what veronica is doing to Lillian? I thought, carefully shading in my griffon with a pencil. A few minutes ago Mrs Winter had left to go grab some papers from storage, leaving our class unattended. While she was gone, veronica's dad- A.K.A the principal, peeked in the door, and motioned veronica over. After a brief chat with her father, veronica slowly sauntered over to Lillian's desk, a look of extreme satisfaction on her face.

“Lillian,” she said “you don't mind if my dad searches your locker, do you?” she smiled sweetly. Lillian didn't respond. “Lillian.” she said, “ I asked you a question.” Lillian jumped. “come with me.” veronica said firmly, grabbing Lillian's wrist and tugging her along.

Just after they left, Mrs Winter came back with a stack of papers in her hands, and handed them out, telling us that we could free draw for the last few minutes. “class, attention please!” Mrs Winter said, “the bell will ring in a few seconds but before you go, remember to prepare for your all day field trip tomorrow!” “where are we going?” Daisy asked.

“to the beach.” replied Mrs Winter. After the bell rang, hazel and I propelled from our chairs and ran anxiously to our lockers. There was Lillian, glaring definitely at the principal and holding tightly to a small gray kitten. Finally, the principal gave up and backed away saying, the dreaded words...

“you have been warned; one more disturbance and you will be suspended!” *okay, so maybe he didn't actually do it. I had you thinking that though, didn't I? Come on, admit it! I tricked you! You know, I don't really get what's so bad about being suspended; you get to skip school, and you don't have to listen to teachers yammering in your ear all day, it's like... vacation!* Veronica followed her dad's example and left, but not before shooting a snooty look back at Lillian. Lillian just stood there, trembling. We rushed over to her. “oh! What a cute kitty!” I said, “where did you get it?!” Lillian jumped and looked up. her eyes were like those of a hunted animal, and a kind of freaky color. They were bright, icy blue with swirls of darker blue-green.

“uh, Lillian?” hazel asked uncertainly. Lillian looked like she was about to talk, then decided against it. The kitten mewed loudly. “what did Veronica do to her?” Hazel sounded really, really, mad. “I don't know, but maybe we should walk her home.” I said uncertainly, putting my stuff back in my locker, and closing it. Hazel agreed. So with hazel on one side of her, and me on the other, we headed toward the doors. “stop!” a stern voice halted us. “come here, all of you!” we turned around and saw... Mrs Winter! “come here!” she repeated, “quickly now!” she sounded like she was in a hurry, so we obeyed. At the sound of Mrs Winters voice, Lillian's trembling intensified. We followed Mrs Winter into the classroom.

***hazel***

Lillian was vibrating now. She was staring to get hot; I thought she had a fever. Her eyes were that same funny shade and were unfocused; most people would think she was day dreaming, but I knew better. When Lillian was daydreaming, she was peaceful; she was less scared and she wouldn't flinch at unexpected movements. Now her expression was one full of terror, like she had seen things so dreadful, a vampire would be terrified! “whats up with her?”

amber asked,with a worried glance at Lillian; “she's pretty shaken up!” “shush!” commands Mrs Winter gently, giving

amber a chastising look. “but you have to tell us what's wrong!” amber argued. quieter this time; she got no more angry looks. “she's remembering” said Mrs Winter. She's acting like that's important, but I can't see why. “remembering?” amber echoed. She was staring at Mrs Winter like she had just told her that it could rain gold. That was a hint by the way. I'd remember that if I were you!

“yes, remembering.”

“remembering what?” it was me who asked this time.

“that's for Lillian to know. If she wants you to find out, then she'll tell you.” Lillian suddenly stopped trembling. She smiled to herself for a few moments, then turned to Mrs winter. “okay, I know my assignment; I promise I will succeed.” she sounded totally confident, her head held high and looking straight into Mrs Winter's eyes. “Go then. There's not much time.” Lillian nodded, and dragging us after her, left the building.

“whats going on!?” asked Amber, jogging to catch up with Lillian. “I am not permitted to say.” Lillian responded, “unless I deem it necessary.” “Ohhkaay” amber and I exchanged glances. We were both struggling to keep up now. “I deem it necessary.” Lillian admitted, “I'm kind of new at this; it's uh, my first time.” “well that's reassuring!” amber mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes. “okay,” Lillian began, “before I start, I'll warn you: this will sound crazy.” “so, what!” amber demanded, “what can ever possibly be crazier than what's already happened today?” “just let me continue.” Lillian said. “I'm just gonna give it to ya straight. we are not human. we are, however-” “Fairies?” amber broke in excitedly, “or Elves, or... or... maybe just strange magical beings?” “surprisingly enough, you're actually pretty close.” Lillian sounded impressed. “we are Glaefin, all three of us. In olden times our ancestors lived in.. um...clael, the city of paradise. They had extreme knowledge, and most practiced the art of magik. The Glaefin used that knowledge to uh, help humankind. They, in return for their help captured them, and tried to get their secrets. Once this was realized the Glaefin retreated into small hidden places where the humans could never find them. They left without a trace and have hidden ever since. But some of the Glaefin um...rebelled, and returned to the humans, But kept their identity a secret. Because of them there are small traces of Glaefin in every human; some more than others. The humans with larger amounts of Glaefin blood are found and trained. The one problem is that trained Glaefin are easy to spot. The only way a human can be searched for is by an untrained member. That would be me. I don't even know what my specialty magik is!” “specialty magik?” I asked. “each original Glaefin only practiced one line of magik,” Lillian explained. “that way clael wouldn't have too many healers and not enough um, defenders, or some such thing.” “ohh!” amber said “I get it now!” “are you sure?” Lillian asked. “not really.” amber admitted. “that's okay.” Lillian said, “I'm not sure Hazel gets it either.” Amber laughed at the puzzled expression on my face. Lillian started running. “so, where are we going?” Amber looked excited. Instead of answering her question, Lillian asked one of her own. “do either of you have uh, pets?” “yup.” said Amber, “two dogs.” “that's exactly what we need” Lillian said, “um, what about you, Hazel.” “I have a lizard.” “and I have a cat. That means we're all set. Everybody call your pets!” Amber shot Lillian a weird look, but we called them anyway. The next thing we knew, there were barks, and meowing coming from behind us. Two dogs streaked into view, followed closely by Lillian's cat. My lizard slithered onto my shoulder. “put your lizard on the ground.” Lillian instructed, “now what's his name?” “Merlin.” “using your pets name tell them to transform.” we did and right before our eyes our pets did transform. Merlin transformed into a green dragon about the size of a Shetland pony. The smallest of the two dogs Mitsy, a miniature golden collie changed into a griffon small enough to fit on your hand. It had golden fur and metallic feathers. It's beady little eyes showed great intelligence as it glanced around. The second dog was a black lab. “oh, I get it!La la will be a black griffon won't she?” Amber said decisively. “uh, no.” said Lillian “watch” La la turned into a piercing red griffon, whose feathers practically gave off light. “oh.” was all amber could think to say. “there's no such thing as a black griffon.” Lillian explained. “too bad she couldn't be a different color. Bright red isn't very good for stealth.” “how did they transform?” Amber asked, “and how come your cat didn't?” “a loyal pet will do anything to please their master.” Lillian replied, “as for my cat, I found her just a few hours ago: she won't transform yet.”